From nowhere, groups of tourists suddenly appears... My dream of seclusion shattered like an crushed egg. It looked rather foolish for me to sit among a group of strangers. Where is my place in the world?

I tried to hide but here I am, alone in the crowd. Night surrounds me, my island of silence disappeared in darkness. I have to lose myself in typing... That make me look kind of busy. And busy people don't look as foolish as people having nothing to do?